I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 880 - 970: Beer Sold to Friend Country, We Make It Much Cheaper

Wula continued, "Of course, just eating staple foods isn’t enough. We have some other special foods here, like a kind of black fruit. It’s fragrant and sweet, quite a luxury here with not much production, only a few thousand kilograms. We can give them to you, but the price will be a bit higher."

Old Zhou nodded, knowing the journey wasn’t too far, they’d make do with this and perhaps rob—uh, find some other resources along the way. "Okay, we’ll take everything you’ve mentioned."

Wula’s face showed a constipated expression, "What will you trade for it? We don’t want those rotten corpse insects."

Wula was indeed conflicted. Huaxia had helped them many years ago, and now that Huaxia was in trouble, they should help in return.

But they had already helped as much as they could. They couldn’t even feed themselves well, and the food they could give was the highest quality they had. Those black fruits were what the leaders had saved up for Huaxia.

In fact, most of them survived by eating rotten corpse insects themselves.

But upon seeing the whole ships from Huaxia filled with those fermented, stinky corpse insects—their dogs wouldn’t even eat them. Fresh corpse insects were plenty in the sea, as much as you could catch—was Huaxia trying to get something for nothing? No, Friend Country Huaxia wasn’t like that.

So Wula’s face flushed like a pig’s liver. In the past, their country might have wanted some bullets or firearms, but now, honestly...

No other countries wanted to exploit them anymore. No oil to take, and the food was just corpse insects. To be honest, if any country wanted to rule them now, or establish a colony, there might even be nationwide celebrations, hoping to become slaves just to have a full meal.

But in reality, their country was so undesirable that other countries didn’t even bother to take advantage of them.

Old Zhou burst out laughing, finding this chubby black man quite amusing. He patted Wula and said, "Sorry, we’ve come a long way from Huaxia and indeed have nothing to trade."

Wula awkwardly laughed, "I understand, it’s understandable. If it’s really impossible, I saw you have a few small boats; maybe you could trade those—"

Old Zhou shook his head, "Those small boats are indeed the pirates’, filled with all sorts of chaotic supplies. We could sell them, but those belong to individuals, so you might want to negotiate with them separately. But we do have some beer; perhaps you’d be interested?"

"Beer? Wasn’t that something that stopped being produced after the apocalypse?" Wula gulped, thinking this was a luxury?

Much to his surprise, Old Zhou nodded, and Tan Ke poured out a bowl of beer from a thermos for Wula.

The rich fragrance made Wula not dare to believe it. He eagerly drank it all, smacked his lips, and licked them. "Is there more?"

Tan Ke filled it up again.

After drinking it, Wula’s eyes shone. This product was surely out of production. If taken to the leaders, wouldn’t his position advance? No, he had to get this; it tasted too good. But was it expensive?

Anxiously, he said, "This is good, use it to trade!" This luxury item, he’d make sure to balance the account to get it back.

Old Zhou smiled and nodded, and then the exclusive negotiator Yang Yang stepped forward and said:

"Sure, the items you just mentioned are enough for a hundred ships’ supplies for ten days. We want it all. Calculate how many of these beers you want in exchange. While we don’t have much else this time, we do have these beers. But the beer we sell outside costs 50 Huaxia Virtual Coins per cup."

Regarding the beer pricing, Jing Shu, Old Zhou, and Yang Yang had all discussed it. Accounting for labor cost, dark raw materials, and corpse insects, one cup was around 2 Virtual Coins.

Selling to Huaxia, it was 10 Virtual Coins, a 5 times profit wasn’t too much, right? Selling to Friend Country was actually 30 Virtual Coins, considering all the export costs too. Yang Yang priced it higher to make room for negotiation.

As for other countries, it was priced between 100-500 Virtual Coins. Such good beer, wasn’t it reasonable to sell at hundreds of times the cost?

If we didn’t earn from foreigners, we’d be missing out. Transporting it from Great Huaxia wasn’t free in terms of labor, fuel, or time. This was globally unique Huaxia beer; what’s wrong with selling it at hundreds of times?

Cough. Back to the topic.

Wula’s mind quickly calculating, knowing the black market had very high prices for alcohol, this grade was considered high-end. 50 Huaxia Virtual Coins was so cheap, so he stretched out eight fingers, about to say, then we’ll trade 800 cups, precisely valuing 40,000 Virtual Coins.

But who knew Yang Yang frowned, thinking the other side wanted 8,000 cups? Although exchanging 8,000 cups for resources sufficient for thousands of people for ten days was still cheap, they had costs as well.

So Yang Yang drew a five with his fingers.

Wula was a bit troubled, 800 cups were already calculated as the utmost limit on his side, the special black fruits were quite valuable, but this beer was indeed good stuff. All leaders would share, and the remaining half could be sold for 100 Virtual Coins per cup, pure profit.

So Wula nodded, saying, "Then it’s 500 cups."

Yang Yang was about to nod when everyone was surprised, looking at Wula.

"500 cups??"

Wula, seeing everyone surprised, felt a bit embarrassed, "Or should we take a bit less? I know this beer is good, and we shouldn’t be so greedy, but it’s just too darn tasty—"

The crowd had odd expressions, even Yang Yang, the negotiation expert, couldn’t help scolding himself. See how they’d pressed Friend Country’s chubby guy. So he coughed, "Wula, you’re our Friend Country. While we do sell at high prices outside, we’ll definitely sell to you at cost price. How about this, we’ll still give you 8,000 cups."

"What?? 8,000 cups??" Wula waved his hands repeatedly, "How could that be, actually I didn’t even calculate cost price before. I’m sorry for the friendship of Friend Country; taking 8,000 cups would weight on our conscience. So, just a thousand cups will be enough."

Saying that, a thousand cups were only a few hundred kilograms, not even a cubic meter, something Tan Ke could carry himself. Trading for resources enough for thousands of people for ten days, and giving away beer for free?

Now it was Jing Shu and others feeling guilty.